Killers are the boys nobody ever cry for
And once they kill
They are the men nobody ever will cry for
But by the time they kill somebody
They already have accepted that no one was ever sorry for them
And they’ve decided to never be sorry for the world
It’s pain that makes a man kill
And nobody gives a shit about lessening pain the pain of others

What is bullying, but transferrence of pain?
What is media, but a mockery of pain?

We only care once the point of no return is crossed
Then the hysterical bleating of fucking sheep begins

“What would you say to those boys who attacked the school?” asked the interviewer to Marilyn Manson.

Nobody cares until the blood is already on the ground.
We think it’s crazy that the killers always claim to be a Judge
Punishing the world for it’s inhumanity.
But is the world really humane?
You know it is not.

And thought the "fucking" part may seem crass, the world can be such a sickly thing, and falsehoods such a cancer, that the disgust and revulsion articulated by a "fucking" is entirely appropriate, and deserves no censor.

Sometimes I'm sick of people. There is only four people I trust in this world. And I hate trusting people. Some of the people I've trusted in the past are just people I don't know anymore. But most people I've ever trusted have stabbed me right in the fucking heart. So I stay away from people, and keep my world vanishingly small. It's lonely but it's traitor free. Just sucks that that's the choice I've had to make, because most people I've ever met are vain, selfish, greedy, egotistical fucks. And I hate them. I don't obsess about it. Not like I did when I was young.

It's a very odd feeling, to realize you have gone a whole day without speaking aloud, or talking to anyone. You thinkWhy don't I have more friends?
and then you rememberBecause people are fucking scum.

It's not really healthy to think about people like Daniel Plainview does, or Rorshach.

But really, I don't know how I can ever develop a tolerance for all these... "people."

Everybody remembers that one. Everybody likes it. It's bittersweet way to send off a bebop. But nobody rememberes the real ending. Which is the real way it went, the real fate of those who sing the blues.

We carried on unnoticed, thinking that
All dreams were ours for the taking.
And out of that we found ourselves
Back at the start of it all,
So scarred and incomplete!

Only; now I've come to this moment in my life
Fitting pieces to a puzzle, with no regrets...
But if I had just one chance left?

I'd hold on to it close,
With what little confidence I have! And
Make no mistake,
As your life's surely about to change for the better

Now on your mark, get set, clock starts to count...
Cuz Higen, everything's about to go down!

So sleep tight, sweet Hitome
Cuz when your daddy goes off, just you know:
That you're the weight of his anchor!
The love that is guiding him home!
The love that's guiding him home.

Oh, I've had my share of leaving this retreat, but never did it once
Feel anything like you, you see?

And if there's one good thing that comes from my ways,
It's that you won't be anything like me!
And so better for it, you will be!

So sleep tight, sweet Hitome!
Cuz when your daddy goes off, just you know;
That you're the weight of his anchor!
The love that is guiding him home!
The love that's guiding him home!
The love that's guiding him home!

There's no running away from what's been done here.
Will you sink with the ship?
Or will you burn it down?
Now give us the man that you've been hiding!
Cuz this is is it!
This is your life now!
This is your life now.